Author's Note;

Warning: this is a T rated story and this chapter has some suggestive themes in it. You have been warned.

I do not own Library Wars.

"It was Iku wasn't it!?" Sayuri shouted, feeling very dumb for not realizing it earlier.

Atsushi covered his face completely with his hands, his voice muffled by his fingers.

"Yes," he moaned half heartedly, clearly very embarrassed.

"Really Atsushi? A highschool student? You should be ashamed of yourself!" she teased him.

She was joking. She was just looking for a reaction out of him. And she got it.

"Shut up! It wasn't like that! I didn't even think about her again until she showed up for her interview five years later! Well I did... but it wasn't like that!"

Sayuri giggled at his overreaction.

"You remember when I came back from training," he said seriously, it was a more of a statement than a question. "I came home a lot, I even stays over some nights."

Sayuri nodded solemnly. she remembered how quiet and depressed he had been. He never did talk about it, but he seemed to have been having issues with work.

"Well, it was because I got in so much trouble for that stunt I pulled. I was put through an inquest and things got really bad in the dorms, that's why I came home so much. But it sunk in I guess, I didn't regret it, but I would never do something like that again. I tried really hard to change after that."

Sayuri thought about it. She figured that it was about then when he started becoming so focused on work. He became more mature, less rash with his actions. She just never realized it had been a conscious change.

"How did Iku react when she saw you again after five years?" she teased, trying to lift the mood.

"She didn't."

Huh?

"I mean she didn't remember me," he clarified.

"What?! How could she not remember?"

"Well she remembered what happened, she just didn't remember it was me."

He seemed far more uncomfortable than the situation called for. His ears were bright red and the flush was even creeping down his neck. "Look, I don't want to tell you everything, if you want to know exactly what happened I'll have to ask Iku if she wants you to know, it's up to her."

Sayuri grinned satanically, he didn't know that Iku told her to come talk to her if she ever wanted. She'd find out soon enough.

"Aw, you poor thing, forgotten by the girl you liked," she teased.

"Shut up."

"Did you really like her all the way back then?"

He thought about it for a minute.

"Part of me did I guess. I definitely did care more about her than the other students, and I did admire her courage and initiative but..."

He sighed exasperatedly.

"When she became my subordinate worrying about her became an everyday thing for me."

Sayuri waggled her eyebrows suggestively. Her brother kicked her legs.

"Shut up, anyone would have worried about her. She's crazy! Never thought things through, always getting herself into these ridiculous situations."

"She sounds like you," Sayuri deadpanned.

"You have no idea," he moaned, covering his face again. "I think she was on a mission to unconsciously embarrass me at every turn. She was like a godsend for Komaki, everyday, something new to tease me with."

"But you liked her," it was more of a question than a statement.

"Yeah, she's something else," he said in an endearing tone. "Back then it was more like I felt something more for her everyday, but..."

"It never clicked that you liked her?" Sayuri finished for him.

"More like I didn't want to accept it, or think about things I shouldn't. I was her superior officer, it wasn't right for me to be harboring those kinds of feelings for her."

Well at least he knew that.

"So how did you guys end up together?"

"Well, um... she, uh, sort of..." he stuttered.

"Ohoho, so she did make a move on her superior officer, I knew she was a slut!"

She had meant it jokingly but Atsushi sat up angrily.

"Sayuri!" he yelled angrily. "That's not funny, and not true."

She sat up to, folding her legs under her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. But she is sleeping with her boss."

Atsushi's face flushed red as he tried to scowl at her.

"What? I get it, it's not like that, but you guy are sleeping together, aren't you?"

Atsushi dropped her gaze, his face getting even redder.

"What?! Seriously?! There is no way you guys haven't slept together!"

"SHHH! Keep it down will you!" his eyes darted to the slightly open door.

"Come on," she whispered, "you guys have to have done it!"

She leaned forward, trying to get a look at his face. Even if it was quite obvious that they didn't sleep together on a regular basis, they had to have done it at least once. She shook him slightly.

"Tell me!"

His head snapped up.

"I'm not talking to you about this," he hissed.

"Aw, just answer the question," she whined. "Have you guys done it?"

"Yes we have!" he shouted. "Although it was only once or twice... now will you quit it!"

"Knew it!"

"Leave it alone, and don't you dare say anything to anyone!" he threatened, sticking his finger in her face.

"It doesn't really matter," she said, brushing his hand aside. "You guys are getting married anyway."

Atsushi gaped at her.

"H-how'd you know?"

Sayuri rolled her eyes.

"Mom told me the day I came back after New Year's. Apparently, it was very obvious even since then."

Atsushi groaned and dropped his head into his hands.

For some reason, Sayuri's chest was hurting.

"Any idea when the wedding might be?" the question coming out much softer than she expected.

"Well, we've only been talking about it, but she wants to have it in the spring, we haven't decided anything more than that. Seriously Sayuri, don't say anything, not to anyone."

"I won't," she promised.

"Atsushi! Sayuri! Dinner's ready!" their mother called from the kitchen.

"Coming!" they shouted back automatically.

"Race you," Atsushi challenged.

"You're on!"

The siblings raced down the hall and skidded around the walls the way they did when they were young.